To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
Auguries of Innocence William Blake
Friday, 12 November 2010
poetic fragments 6
At the end
Of a bare corridor,
Autumn leaves
In sunlight
There are always answers
In my memory
But no questions
No writings
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